My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"No, not really," I shrugged, and I was ready to end the conversation. I took a step away from the pavilion, but Irvin stopped me.

"Since you didn't think remarrying is a problem, are you already preparing for a second marriage? If so, what do you think of me? I don't mind if you're divorced, or I would have a step-child."

My face fell at his words. Irvin was being frivolous. It was ridiculous of him to say such things.

I glared at him, "I appreciate your fondness, Mr. Granger. But, no, thanks!"

At this point, Irvin's behavior couldn't be summed up with only being unpredictable. He was erratic.

Passing him, I left the pavilion and lined the fountain to go back to the house.

I heard footsteps behind me, and they were getting closer. I scowled, and I couldn't help but feel that Irvin was stepping over the line.

I grew irritated at him by the second. When I noticed that he draped his arm on my shoulder, I turned around and didn't hesitate to push him away.

Caught by surprise, Irvin fell into the fountain.

dark, and the surrounding was only dimly lit by the street lights. All I could see was the ripples in

the fountain, but I didn't see him. Thinking that he might have drowned, I panicked

Irvin's name by the fountain,

judging by the situation, he might have had leg cramps and drowned. I was panic-stricken, and tears fell down without control, "Help! Someone's drowning! Help..." Without any notice, Irvin emerged from the water. He wiped his face with his hand, looking

I saw him climbing up to the bank

his calm face, finally realizing that he was messing with me

and I yelled at him, "Do you think it's

a lame joke with

more." It was very clear that he was doing it on purpose, just to scare me. I got so worked up that I raised my hand

"Plop!"

"Arianna-"

had pushed Irvin into the fountain, not even bothered to spare

I turned, I saw Hendrix's looming figure in the dark. There were incomprehensible feelings in his eyes. And it made me feel a

before I turned to walk towards him, asking, "Is Uncle

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Irvin had just climbed out of the fountain again, and he was soaked from head to